Elephant Ambush posted:

What is the I Want Nothing gang tag?

Ariong posted:

Who are you talking to?

hanales posted:

bell jar posted:

post in d&d its a cool place for fun people

bell jar posted:

post in d&d its a cool place for fun people

Ariong posted:

The thread started as a simple request to undo a probation, and ended with at least 20 people calling for the resignation of two moderators, entirely off the back of how hard they faceplanted their reaction to this.

Dumb Lowtax posted:

Maybe this situation that I haven't read about has no overlap on that behavior, but it's impossible to know so it's better to judge each situation for yourself on its own merits versus how much outrage it seems to be generating.

bloom posted:

If they fired mods every time some subforum or megathread calls for it there would be none left

Booourns posted:

Part of the problem IMO is that D&D doesn't have mods anymore, they have thread specific IKs who were upgraded to full mod when they didn't freak out after a month or two and continue to mod as if they were an IK

AMISH FRIED PIES posted:

Also two people got Perma'd for "doxxing" one of those mods when all they did was reference something the mod in question had posted about once or twice before.

Ben Biddick posted:

The Horrid Reflection

I stepped from the shadow. The sound had come again. I was in the alley off 42nd Street in New York. My hand shook slightly with the loaded Beretta in my hand. The sleek pistol was loaded and cocked, ready to fire. I am a private detective. My name is Luke Bavarious. I like this work.
People had been complaining about weird noises coming from the alley for about a year now and we finally decided to see what was going on. I was assigned to stop these noises.
I edged into the dim light. I saw a dark figure sitting on a dumpster, facing away from me. He was sobbing and crying. I raised my Beretta and lined his quivering back up with my bead.
"You there! What are you doing?" I shouted through the darkness.
"Turn around!" I shouted again.
"Beggin' your pardon, but... you don't want me to turn around," it said.
"Sure I do. I got a pistol pointed at your back so ya better," I replied.
"Okay, you asked for it," the thing mumbled as it began to turn around.
A breeze trickled through the alley as it turned and began to come toward me. I couldn't see him yet, he was shaded in the darkness.
"Step out of the dark."
It inched forward. First its combat boots. Then its legs. Then its chest. Then its head. If you call it a head. His face was horrid. There was an abundance of purple scars. There was blood leaking from an empty eye socket and he only had one shriveled ear. There was no nose. There were no lips. Only holes.
I took a step back in astonishment. I gritted my teeth to keep the vomit down.
He took three more steps forward and I saw his tears glisten in the moonlight.
"I told ya," it said.
He screamed and began to run toward me. His stub of a hand was held high in the air and was ready to commence his brutality. I pulled the trigger on my Beretta. The recoil soothed my fear as I heard a shell hit the pavement and saw the lead make another eye socket in the thing's forehead. It kept coming with the assistance of his adrenaline. It had only been a split second before I squeezed off another round into its neck. The thing was inches away as I fired point blank into the thing's throat. Two shells hit the concrete.
His hand smashed my head terribly powerful. Muscles were strained and torn as my head jerked to the side, smashing a window. I fell and landed in jagged glass. Dazed I fired again and again into the thing's chest. I felt the recoil pushing back rhythmically. Shells hitting the pavement. Bullets hitting the monster. Blood showering me. I felt my own blood from the side of my head fall and drip. I kept firing. The magazine was empty. He staggered. I tasted my tears and blood mixed into a horrid cocktail. It fell down next to me. A badge sparkled on the side of his jacket. Bavarious.
I picked up a large piece of broken glass and saw a horrid reflection. Suddenly, I was sobbing.

Ben Biddick posted:

Human Existence

Rogue Davix looked at his arm. Just above the wrist, three large, scabby lumps bulged. They moved in and out, like they were being inflated and deflated again and again. The first lump increased the rhythm as each other lump formed. The first lump was going faster than the second lump, and the second lump was going faster than the third lump and so on. The flesh around the three lumps was cracked, flaky, and dry. Rogue squeezed his fist together in pain and wiggled at the burning pain. He squinted at the four men in lab coats. Why were they doing this? The four men had each given Rogue a shot and that was when these lumps had sprung up. Were they mad scientists? What the hell were they doing?
"Stop this!" Rogue screamed. "Villains!"
Purple liquid suddenly spurted from a tiny hole forming in the first lump. Three drops came out and dripped down the minute cascade. Yellow liquid suddenly erupted from the cracks in the flesh around the sores and spurted upward about a foot. One of the men in lab coats quickly put a beaker on the arm and collected some of the fluid. He took the sample to a small machine and poured it into an aperture where green light flowed from its opening. The scanner on the front lit up in strange markings that Rogue couldn't read. The four men watched it carefully and sighed at what they saw. One or two of them looked over at Davix and startled him as the expression cut through his pain straight to his soul.
Suddenly, two more lumps began to be born. They pushed their way up and Rogue screamed in even more agony. After those, three more lumps began to push. They sprung up and the first two lumps exploded, throwing flesh and blood everywhere. A chain reaction happened and the lumps increased in creation. The lumps covered Rogue at an alarming rate. They exploded one of at a time. Rogue squirmed at the pain.
One of the men in lab coats ran to a control panel and pressed a button. A transparent screen lowered in front and around Rogue. Blood and a variety of colors of liquid hit the screen and dripped down. Rogue stopped squirming and had uncontrollable tremors. His tongue stuck out and his teeth clapped down on it. The tongue bounced off Rogue's body and fell to the floor. His fingernails pushed their way back into his skin, squirting blood in spatters. Yellow liquid squirted a foot into the air from the dry skin around the exploding scabs. Rogue soon died.
The men in lab coats all sat down and looked at the lump of flesh strapped in the chair. They sighed in disgust and one of them cried.
"The destruction of planet Earth's environment and ozone is terrible. This species called human cannot live on our planet, the tests we have given show that. They will no longer exist. There is nothing to be done."

Coolness Averted posted:

Wait what happened with beer being demodded in tg? I just assumed it was politics nerds being mad the dude who only knew about painting toys knew nothing about politics but still wanted to talk about them.
Also am I the only one who dislikes the megathread concept we've switched to in the past few years? Especially since we don't say close and restart them frequently anymore so the op will be out of date, but jumping to the end won't tive you info you need. I mean for chat threads it's fine but for say a game's it's bad.

ExplodingSims posted:

Even D&D's drama somehow manages to be boring. Truly an impressive feat.

Homeless Friend posted:

the funniest thing about this kind of drama is how it's purely self inflicted, literally could have been solved in two seconds lol

Iamgoofball posted:

hey so does anyone remember the thread with the goony dude who referred to his kitchen as his "larder" and wanted to make the world's worst stew for like 30-50 people at a renaissance fair? i was looking for it the other day to link to someone but i couldn't find it even with search

like, the recipe he posted that he was going to use was like loving abysmal if I recall correctly, but I don't remember any key words aside from "larder" and it isn't cropping up in the search for some reason

i'm wondering if Search doesn't hit threads in The Archives or something

Iamgoofball posted:

hey so does anyone remember the thread with the goony dude who referred to his kitchen as his "larder" and wanted to make the world's worst stew for like 30-50 people at a renaissance fair? i was looking for it the other day to link to someone but i couldn't find it even with search

like, the recipe he posted that he was going to use was like loving abysmal if I recall correctly, but I don't remember any key words aside from "larder" and it isn't cropping up in the search for some reason

i'm wondering if Search doesn't hit threads in The Archives or something

hanales posted:

It’s the worst thread in d&d and I wish you all would keep your drama there.

Absurd Alhazred posted:

Roll for initiative.

Edgar Allen Ho posted:

This saga also involved a mod directing a swarm of DnDs to brigade a trad games thread

Coolness Averted posted:

If helldump didn't run him off for dumb poo poo, he probably would've been permabanned for being an abusive rear end in a top hat to his girlfriend and then leaking nudes of her as revenge porn after she dumped him.

Antivehicular posted:

Wait, what? Was this the Fascism in Tradgames thread? I knew that didn't go anywhere good, but I didn't know there was a forum invasion involved.

Arivia posted:

Yep. A bunch of D&D people came in to attack Beer there (and attack me for accepting his apology back when), without any understanding of how Trad Games operates or anything.

Anarchist Mae posted:

Shut the gently caress up Arivia, you're so full of poo poo literally all the time.

Arivia posted:

Lol you're just mad because I'm right and you can't handle it.

Anarchist Mae posted:

I'm mad because you keep making GBS threads up the trans threads with your awful posting, to the point where you got thread banned today.

You're in no position to tell other trans people what they're allowed to be angry about.

Arivia posted:

I got threadbanned because you all can't read and decided to collectively gaslight me because I don't match your standard of acceptability. That's bullshit.

I can't help you if you don't understand the ethics of actually doing activist work and trying to make things better for trans people.

Anarchist Mae posted:

No, after about 40 posts telling you your kink talk was making everyone uncomfortable you still wouldn't shut up about it, made a non-apology and then proceeded to keep behaving exactly how you had been.

Andrast posted:

Most dramas here could be fixed in two seconds by going "oh sorry my bad, I'll reverse it"